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#I AM SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS. PROMISE.
madeleinefjall · 8 months
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i am unwell
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birrdies · 1 month
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carry yourself through the frozen desert, empty your thoughts into the well of pressure (x)
finally tried my hand at some 3L desert duo designs (ft. matching back scars) !!
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ink-livi · 1 year
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AIMSEY NITW STREAM.
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lilmissnatcat24 · 1 month
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shakarian brainrot is back and better than ever because their me2 relationship is everything to me. "Hey you're my best friend do you wanna have sex?" "Yes best friend let's bang." So like we think this is just going to be some fwb situation right? I mean SURE there was some flirting but Shepard flirts with a lot of people (not ones she would consider her BEST FRIEND but it's still cool and casual and TOTALLY cool). But then it totally devolves before it even starts. Garrus "I Get Really Nervous Every Time You Walk Into A Room" Vakarian. Commander "Let Me Just Touch Your Arm To Show You How Truly Casual I Really Am" Shepard. I'm foaming at the mouth. It took them collectively 24 hours for them to realize that they actually DO have feeling for another but neither of them understands it or knows how to move forward with it. And then the night, THEE NIGHT, before the Collector Base and Garrus has completely melted into a puddle. Doesn't remember how to act when you're in a woman's bedroom. Fumbling and bringing gifts and weird misguided compliments. And Shepard just EATING IT UP. AND THE CHEEK BRUSH. THE FOREHEAD KISS. ((I know we like to hc that it's how turians kiss but let's just pretend it isn't)) THATS ABOUT THE MOST INTIMATE THING THEY COULD HAVE DONE IN THAT MOMENT TO CALM EACH OTHER DOWN. THEY DIDNT NEED WORDS TO SAY THAT THEY BOTH HAVE FEELINGS FOR EACH OTHER. I HAVE RABIES RAAAAAHHHHHH
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femmemortes · 7 months
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The way these two women have got me feeling is fucking incurable. I have a disease and it is called lesbianism.
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annabannnananana · 1 month
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i am so normal about him i promise.
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he’s kinda cute ig :)
art by felixquinones2 on redbubble!
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naffeclipse · 4 months
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What if Eclipse from AP was a naga? And this took place in the deep jungle of the amazon, where photographer y/n is trying to take pictures of the wildlife?
I'm vibrating at the speed of sound over this ask while also nudging my naga au
Naga Eclipse from AP would have the tail of a Green Anaconda, with an olive green scaly color dotted with black, framed by burning-like flares of orange along the length of his slithery body. He's also decorated with orange-yellow striping on either side of his long, slipper form. His upper half is scaley with a lithe deadliness to his musculature and decorated by frills surrounding his head with brighter orange-yellow colors, almost hypnotic in their gradient hues. One eye is deep emerald green, and one is midnight blue.
Lucky you—you're out on a once-in-a-lifetime expedition to explore a jungle closed off to the public, funded by Fazco, and occupied by two researchers who will be your bunkmates for the next few weeks. You're itching to take photos of the large river, including swamps, marshes and streams, and whatever wildlife is out there.
The few locals you did meet before you left to hike the rest of the way to what would be your new, isolated home warned you of a dangerous snake—a large, mythical beast. You take note of the local folklore. You understand the truth is hidden in there somewhere, and you are well aware of the dangers and diseases you could be met with in such a harsh environment, but you're determined.
It doesn't take long for you to feel eyes watching you when you first venture out by yourself. You take beautiful pictures of freshwater fish, big and beautiful, unlike any you have ever seen. Of course, you have hundreds of snapshots of the local flora, the trees, the floating meadows, the thick vines that drape each branch and hang thickly about the ground. You almost forget that you eerily don't feel alone.
But you swear something moves in the water—the ripples stop as soon as you look. The stillness is suddenly stiff, lifeless. Even the birds have stopped chirping.
You lower your camera and carefully put it away. A trickle of fear slips into your heart. You turn away from the river's edge only to be met by a low hiss and a creature, unlike anything you witnessed in your travels, spooling itself neatly out of the water, blocking your path to the base. An incredible creature with long arms and a great, serpentine tail that seems to stretch for yards and yards. You can hardly breathe in his presence—he's otherworldly with his frills and scales and fangs.
His eyes contain a mesmerizing shine as if staring into a fire as it burns or watching the ocean as it laps up against the beach, drawing your attention, demanding you don't look away. You couldn't anyway. Half-frozen, you struggle to keep from collapsing. He beckons with a sharp talon. He hisses softly for you to come closer, mouse. He wants to see you. You try to beg no without revealing how terribly you tremble. He doesn't let you go. He insists. His eyes flash with an allure. You almost step close when he murmurs that you need to be good.
But then your sense of survival kicks adrenaline into your heart, and you turn to run—
He strikes faster than your eyes can follow. Two loops of his green and orange tail surrounded you in an instant. You're dragged to the ground, your arms pinned under his mass, and the back of your head cradled by his large palm as powerful muscles squeeze you in the slightest—a gentle rebuke for thinking you could get away. You're hyper-aware of the terrifying bulk of muscles as you lie trapped in his coils. One strong twist and your eyes could pop out of your skull, and every bone protecting your heart and lungs would crumble to shards. You gasp. An urge to kick your legs and struggle erupts in your panic; a sinking feeling tells you it would only make things worse.
He coos over you, hissing and humming in an ancient song of the jungle you have no name for. When you whimper, he shushes you and strokes your cheek. He tells you how lovely you'll be. When you talk back to him, somehow finding your tongue amid your horror, you find out his name. Eclipse. He moves you more upright, resting you on his tail so you're not petrified by how vulnerable you feel lying down, but he never loosens his scaly bindings. He hovers over you. You gaze into his stunning frills of yellow-orange and wonder how a being like him came to exist. He studies you as you study him. He grins at how you shiver when he traces your collarbone with a sharp fingertip.
You remind yourself that you can still breathe. He hasn't crushed you—yet—but you don't like how wide his smile is. Sometimes, his jaw stretches a little too long as if dislocating from his skull, ready to devour you. His eyes gleam with a ravenousness as scales twist around you, holding you close enough to smell the slick green water he had been in and deep musk.
He tells you that he'll see you again very soon—away from other humans, lest you bring him a fine gift for a meal. You can only flex your fingers, silently pleading in your heart that he won't unhook his jaw and eat you alive.
Then, he unravels himself from your limbs. But before he lets you go entirely, he leans in close, his serpentine tongue flickering close to your neck and by your hair, tasting the air around you as you muster all your strength to not scream. He inhales deeply, pleased, before he murmurs, "Sweet mouse. You are mine. Say it."
You don't understand, but you echo his command, and when he taps your chin once in what might have been a loving gesture, you force your jelly legs to solidify before you run and run, all the way back to base. You slam the door to your room behind you. You touch your ribs, your arms, still caught in the heavy sensation of his loops as if he were upon you right now.
The stories are true—there is a giant snake in this jungle, and he wants you. You're afraid to discover if Eclipse's intrigue with you is only an exotic way to satisfy his hunger.
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averiix · 3 months
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There is a criminal lack of Dragonborn!Tav x companion art- so have my sketches bc I am literally obssesed with these two they will not leave my head he l p -
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I am so normal about them I swear I am the most normal I am so unbelievably normal about them I promise I am so norma-
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"IF TOMORROW I'M GONNA BE HAUNTED, TODAY I'M GONNA BE FREE."
- Bears In Trees, Things That Look Like Mistakes
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seatofu · 28 days
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My first Marble sky edit! If it feels like the images from the comic are bigger, that's cause they are! I edited them to fit them in a 16:9 ratio for this aka canvas filling and detailing :3 . Credits: Marble Sky Creator + Comic Artist: @somerandomdudelmao . Animations: @tapakah0 Animation 1 | Animation 2 . Song: Nelly Furtado - Maneater
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ocyanick · 6 months
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i found it funny that rick got his ass beat
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depressionwhosshe · 30 days
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Thinking about how out of his mind with grief Laios mustve been when the one person who he is supposed to protect with his life, the one person he wants to care for, the one person who understands him like no one else, sent him away to save him.
Thinking about how happy he wouldve been when he got her back, when they hugged and ate and talked with each other. How even if she seemed a bit off, it was still *His* little sister they got back.
Thinking about how lost he mustve been when she disappeared again, and shows up as something thats her and yet not- begging him to save her for the split moment she has clarity.
Thinking about how being an older sibling is horrible and sickening and sad and euphoric and gleeful and staunch determination.
Thinking about how the only reason Laios is able to hold it together is bc humanoids don’t really *die* in the dungeon.
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cherubicleric · 5 months
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if wallace wells had access to social media he would be feral horny drunkposting "he's so fine i want to knock him up with twins" about scott
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tessasbrainrotbin · 1 year
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happy pride month to him specifically
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miscellaneoussmp · 8 months
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Cellbit could be covered in blood a thousand times over, and there will still be people behind him, next to him. At the very least, there will be three.
Bad will be there, joking about 'old times' as he sees the almost nostalgic sight. Ready to help make it look like an accident or help hide the truth, throwing the blame elsewhere.
Roier will be there, not caring if his own hands are bloodied while holding Cellbit's. They made a promise. In sickness or in health, for better or worse, he'll be there.
Bagi will be there, unwilling to lose her brother for a second time. The same blood flows through their veins and arteries. It only makes sense that they're covered in the same blood.
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alfazoings · 9 months
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little doodles i drew after listening to the new ep to keep myself from biting into cement and then flopping around the floor like a fish
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